@GUEST,catherine, Date: 04 Jan 11 - 03:04 PM:

I remember the song you cite ("Loudly the baron blows his horn!") with slightly different lyrics:

Streamlets down mountains flow,
Pure from the winter's snow.
Joining, they swiftly flow,
Singing of life so free.
Streamlets down mountains flow,
Pure from the winter's snow.
Joining, they swiftly flow,
Calling to me.

I don't remember where I heard it either (grew up NYC & vicinity in 50s and 60s), and I have an unclear auditory memory of parts of lines with what could well be Slavic lyrics. (I.e., in a Slavic language, such as any of the ones you mention.)

Hey, this is funny: Looking at your post recalled the chorus and tune to my mind, and after a little thought I remembered the lyrics as above. But only when I went back to your post, to get your name and the date, did I think of the verse. The only verse I remember is

Sweet is the air with new-mown hay,
Cooling in the twilight, cooling in the twilight.
Sweet is the air with new-mown hay
As we homeward go at close of day.
(HEY! Streamlets etc.)

-- which makes good sense as a second or a final verse.